Ritch Bitch ( a rap)

Ya Thumbs are stuck to yo phone, so you won’t be alone

Who to wear and who to bone, you moan, but to me it’s unknown.

His cologne

Makes you atone

For the guys you’ve blown

And all the shit you own.

Under the knife for your flab so hop in the cab

Champagne keeps flowing on to yo daddys tab, its fab.

This life you have.

Don’t need your fake I.D, overseas,

It’s a breeze, to get yer degree from the ivy’s,

Livin easy, getting wheezy, shits real cheesy.

Yer teaz-in me, when you get greedy, yer weeds mad seedy.

Yer still on your black- berry, sippin on sherry, drinkin cups of tea

Makin me see, how I’d rather be, with a peach bellini, on my way to Italy

Yah. I’d just rather be free. Believe me. I’d rather be free.

I know it aint you.

I know its not your fault Take it with a grain of salt

Or your Malt,

Liqueur , you prefer shaken not stirred, leave the house with your fur

Every night a new monsieurrrr.

Salt on the rim, keepin trim ,with yer Virginia slims, forget bout the gym,

Still thinkin bout him, lifes like the sims,

Imma go out on a limb:

Mummy’s out to brunch, daddy works for the dow?

Booze, blow and weed whatcha wanna do now? I know its how, you wow, the crowwwd

Keep wastin your trust,

you must, to live on the upper crust,

fill your bust with gold dust,

and find love in the city of lust.

Money out your ears

Bringin me tears, causin me fears

Just wanna buy my friends beers, instead im shoppin at sears

So cheers, for these long years.

Pray to god, pray to buddah

pray to the Lord, cause I can’t ignore

that you're bored to some accord

I know you don’t care,

Cause yer last name is Ford.

Yah its all in your name

Yah Yer all the same, it’s just a game to find fame

To find blame of what you became.

I don’t mean to diss, what I’ve found is this:

Money don’t bring happiness,

It Brings Bliss.

Back Then

Back Then,

When we were invincible.

In a tiny cabin,

When the shit was asleep.

You held me, you felt me, it was perfect.

Secluded and lonely,

It turned personal with that wine.

From gotts.

A seceret that everyone knew.

Back when you still thought I was beautiful,

When I was still funny. When there were still body parts to be explored.

You were new. You were maybe. You were an option.

It was footsie.

It was funny.

It was friendly.

It was that wink you gave me as I walked by.

A secret well kept.

not a secret anymore.

And I’ve started to miss you. And I think you miss me.

I think We miss Us.

Back then.

I'm Not Ready Yet

Another rush out the door,

One last check in the mirror.

It’s ok. It’s fine.

You’re not the spectacle you wish to be,

The streets have become the judge of that

A banana, a water.

He says you look beautiful,

You don’t believe him.

Mascara.

Lip Stick Bronzer Blush.

A new bag by marc jacobs.

Does he really care?

We dress for strangers,

But we avoid them so well.

Happiness for 20 dollars,

A week or so of happiness . Shared amoung friends.

A favor.

This ones for you. The next ones on me.

He tells you you’re beautiful. A different he.

You keep moving.

Bottled water , fruit probably weeks from the vine.

A muffin, some cookies.

2 hours at the gym. Indulging was only fun at the time.

I’m a girl between two others.

He’s Older. With a Plan.

He’s Ready.

Snood

I play Snood when I am bored. Snood is a computer game many Americans can easily download to their computer and play for free. The object of the game is to kill all of the ‘snood’ characters by using the least amount of snood ammo possible. The highest scores are recorded and saved to your computer with your name and a “congratulations exalted one”, posted to prove you are one of the top ranked snood players on your machine. This game is mindless, but addicting. If you so desire, you can purchase the game for $19.95 and receive endless snood games for all of your snood playing needs. I play snood every day. I play after I talk to my mother on the phone. I play while I am writing college essays. I play while I am IMing friends, or surfing the net. I play while watching movies. I play after arguments with my boyfriend. And I play almost every night before I go to sleep. It is almost like a drug. This pass time of mine has become my stress reliever-my glass of wine, my bubble bath, my yoga. It is not a productive use of time. I am not losing weight. I am not learning anything new, and I am certainly not improving the quality of life for myself or the people around me.

When I am playing snood I can think. I gather my thoughts and feelings, and proceed to make and opinion on the usually stressful situation at hand. I make a mental to-do list. I can organize, re-group and procrastinate all at the same time. I usually ‘x’ out of the game after a few rounds look at my room- which is still messy-and click on the game again and play a few more rounds.

So, why on earth am I writing about this?